Different Worlds

 

it sounded like gusts of wind, 

it felt like the sound of the waves,

my limbs shook with the chill,

you had goosebumps, too,

and our hearts leaped with joy,

but in different worlds!

the waves crashed on

the shores,

they wiped them clean, 

of the stories etched there,

and erased

many an unborn dream,

their hearts bled again,

but in different worlds!

the shores stood weak,
broken and dreamless,

but every time the tide comes racing,

even the beach knows she'd have to leave,

she inspires hope and love, 

my heart leaps with joy again,

your eyes light up too, 

the tide rekindles a dream again,

there and here,

but in different ways!

© sashikant mohanty

The Void

the road back home

didn't seem long, anymore

after seeing the man 

gathering himself 

preparing for 

the long journey ahead.

the tears of parting

didn't matter,

after meeting the man

who couldn't even meet

his loved one,

one last time.

the eyes were red

head sunk between hands

and weak knees

as his lips dried up,

as if deprived of speech

the void was deep,

the wound still fresh,

but today it feels numb

as a sister waits 

for her brother's return

a wife prays for her husband, 

to come back to their son.  

as my eyes close tonight,

my lips have dried up,

my heart heavy

don't, oh lord

please don't 

let anyone 

deal with void again!

 © sashikant mohanty 

Every Picture Has A Story

every picture has a story,

few pages prior, 

the excitement and the anxiety 

that preceded,

and the many days that followed,

the joys they left, 

and the cold sweat, sometimes,

and you've left your footprints 

in my diary of memories!

every smile has a story,

the warmth behind,

and the endless feelings,

the unexpressed,

the unexplored corners of heart

the pain, the solitude behind

the joy that said a little,

but hid many a thought,

and you've left your footprints

on my wet sands of memories!

every pearl

also has a story,

the deep beginnings,

the welling up,

the vastness of emotions,

and the lava of endings.

as i scan through 

the many blank pages

there are only a few blurred lines,

and a few unstrung words,  

as you wiped the tears,

there and here,

your lips curled up into a smile,

it was the same here,

it's the same here, still,

and you've left your footprints

in my heart, etched forever!

© sashikant mohanty